Fern
This isn't what I expected.
I thought Blackmoor would feel like a prison. Its exterior gives off that vibe with its cold stone. Inside, I expected it to be the same with harsh voices and eyes sharp with cruelty. I thought the pack would look at me the way mine always did: with disdain, with dismissal, with the quiet understanding that I was less than.
Instead, the halls are warm.
Not soft, never that, but lived in. Lights flicker like torches glowing steadily along the walls, casting light that feels intentional rather than scarce. Wolves pass us as we walk, nodding politely, stepping aside without being told. No one stares at me. No one sneers at me for simply existing.
The Omega beside me notices my hesitation.
"You can relax," she says gently. "You're safe here.
